Lumps o' coal

Science vs. Religion

Believe, brother, believe!

An abortive attempt at justice! Karl Rove, Traitor!

Treadmill Headstand!

Another good reason not to do exercise...

Pranks by Boys - "Proof and Consequences"

It was a pick up game, seven innings, late in the school year and I was pitching.

I only played pitcher or catcher, since I didn't run well and couldn't throw very far, as I never learned how! I casually picked off batters, three up and three down 5 innings in a row. The opponents called it a night, it was obvious they weren't going to hit me.

She was up in the stands, blonde and stacked and pretty cute. I knew who she was; she had just dumped my friend Cornie. I didn't pay much attention to his love life, they had been going out for a couple of years, but when he wasn't out with her he was partying with us.

What I found out later was that she had her girl friend drive her way out to the ball park we were using, just to meet me. I was somewhat clueless and somewhat sophisticated, a wonderful and normal combination for a 16 year old.

Cornie was a sensitive guy, and was also real broken up by this twat. Ah well. I actually think that Cornie was gay, but in the closet at that point, haven't seen him in over 30 years. I don't know what became of him.

Anyway, after the game she sauntered over to me and said hello.

I noticed her bodacious tata's.

It was obvious that just looking at me made her pee a little puddle, but I ignored her advances judiciously. Coy works a lot better than obvious, I had that part mastered already.

She gave me her number and, while I wasn't even that interested, I gave her a call, since I was in between girls that week.

My "standard" date was pretty awesome, to most girls, and usually got me what I wanted.

There was a pretty decent chinese place downtown called Fu King's Palace. All my girls had enjoyed that place, then I would take them back to the theatre near my house, where they had been showing Harold and Maude for three years running. My favorite movie, which was lucky, since I'd seen it 22 times with different dates already, somehow it got them in the mood, being a love story and all.

Afterwards, depending on the season, we'd enjoy each other's company in the back of a car, skinny dipping in a lake, lying out on my pool table in the basement (with my parents watching tv upstairs) or, if her parents weren't around, off to her house.

But, this date was different.

I picked her up on time and told her where we were going for dinner. She turned to me and said "Fuck NO!" since she had worked at the Palace for two years during summers and was sick as hell of the food there.

This almost derailed me.

Turned out she wasn't that interested in small talk and dinner anyway, and had already seen Harold and Maude and didn't want to see it again.

Where we ate, I can't recall, but the back of my car afterwards was an adventure I've never forgotten, over three decades years later!

The following week Cornie was present at the Winto's Friday get together at Cageman's house.

I think all the Wintos were there, the core group of Schultz, Cageman, Walleye, Richey, Turncoat and me, Cornie and Bennie, even Pollack and Burns, peripheral members got together with us when they could.

I tried to be casual with Cornie, since I knew he was sensitive, but he had already heard (from one of her bitch girlfriends) that his ex and I had gone out.

Well, it wasn't two minutes into my visit there that he began to chew my ass and the "what happened on the date" bullshit started. I was extremely reluctant to tell him, since I don't kiss and tell, but he was more than insistent.

What a fuckin' plonker. I hit the bong again and again, hoping to pass out instead of being abused by his confrontation. But Cornie didn't let up a minute. It was silly and not fun but I held my ground.

My defenses lowered slowly, the vodka and beer and pot took its toll, but still I held out. Finally after about two hours of his constant harassment, I told him what he didn't want to hear. He said he didn't believe me. I said I could prove it.

The rest of the Winto gang were pissed at Cornie, and at me for what they perceived as my teasing, yet they were also unnaturally interested in how I could prove it!

I kept my mouth shut again, but Cornie wouldn't let up. . . "Well prove it then, motherfucker!"

I tried hard, since I didn't want to hurt him, but, worn down and bored, and actually a little pissed at his insistence, I finally whispered the proof into his ear. I figured if she could tell her girlfriends about me, I could tell her Ex about what we'd done too.

That was not exactly brilliant, but nothing else was going to shut Cornie up!

His reaction was a good imitation of cardiac arrest. He turned white, then a brilliant shade of red. He ran right through a door, into Cageman's bedroom and dove onto the bed for the phone.

He almost broke a finger calling her, to discuss the facts, now that he knew that I could prove it.

The rest of the Gang were laughing at this point, and I was simply sad. "What did you tell him man? Why did he dive for the phone like that? What the fug was the "proof" you offered anyway?" were just a few of the questions I was reluctant to answer.

Finally, hearing the sobs from the bedroom as Cornie cried his guts out, I broke down and told them. I knew that the consequences would not be good for my future with that particular pussy, but I couldn't keep my mouth shut for some reason, just had to share.

Knowing what I said next would only get them to ask a whole bunch more questions, I blurted it out anyway..."She has Inverted Nipples dudes!"

She got me back a couple weeks later. That's a whole 'nuther story.

Caltrans workers dumped road kill in ravine near Saratoga

WHAT CAUGHT MY EYE ABOUT THIS ARTICLE IS THAT MY FRIEND MARK AND I USED TO PLAY IN THE VERY PLACE THESE ROAD KILL HAD BEEN DEPOSITED! WE USED TO RIDE OUR 10 SPEED SCHWINNS UP HWY 9 TO A GRAVEL QUARRY, AND "SKI" DOWN THE GRAVEL SLOPE NARROWLY AVOIDING GETTING BURIED BY THE SLIDING DIRT... I WAS 10 - 12 AT THE TIME. THE COASTAL MOUNTAINS IN CENTRAL CALIFORNIA ARE QUITE IMPRESSIVE, BEAUTIFUL PINES AND REDWOODS... Demian Bulwa, Chronicle Staff Writer Sunday, September 30, 2007 (09-30) 14:24 PDT SARATOGA - -- Three Caltrans maintenance workers have for roughly the past decade violated agency policy by dumping roadkill - the remains of deer, raccoons, opossums and other wild animals struck by vehicles - into a ravine off windy Route 9 west of the city of Saratoga, a Caltrans spokeswoman said Sunday. After learning of the practice Thursday, the agency is now investigating who owns the land in unincorporated Santa Clara County where the animals were dumped and whether their decomposing carcasses could have polluted nearby Saratoga Creek, spokeswoman Lauren Wonder said. "We are doing our investigation with staff and will take appropriate disciplinary action" against the workers, Wonder said. "We will not tolerate this inhumane treatment of animals nor the violation of our policies." Caltrans will do its best to clean up the site, she said. In addition, all maintenance workers in the South Bay will be given additional training on the proper disposal of roadkill. Wild animals, Wonder said, are supposed to be taken for rendering to the San Jose Tallow Company, while pets must be delivered to one of two area animal shelters. Caltrans learned of the dumping Thursday after inquiries were made by a KPIX (Channel 5) television news reporter, Wonder said. One maintenance worker, she said, subsequently admitted the violations had gone on for about 10 years. "It sounds like it's not a regular practice, though," Wonder said. "They've used the area on and off."

Superficial characteristics means more babies fathered! Ah, Sex, ain't it a mystery!?!?!?

I have a radio announcer voice (see first post in this blog!). It does seem to help me "get over" if you know what I mean. No one has ever complained about the timbre or pitch of my voice, although I tend to whine...

http://www.canada.com/topics/news/national/story.html?id=20d865fc-cd62-4944-896a-6582fc0adc31&k=67686


Man's voice an indicator of sexual potency: Canadian Research; Men with deep tones produce more children

If a recent study holds true, having a voice like the late Barry White, (oh, baby), can be the key to sexual potency.

Tom Blackwell, National PostPublished: Tuesday, September 25, 2007

For many women, the deepness of a man's voice is one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs, a new study co-authored by a Canadian psychologist suggests.

All else being equal, males with lower voices produce more children than their higher-pitched counterparts, concluded the researchers in a search for evolutionary explanations of sexual attraction.

The study looked at Tanzania's Hadza tribesmen, one of the world's few remaining hunter-gatherer societies, because the Hadzas never use birth control, a complicating factor that makes it impossible to do such research elsewhere in the world.

The discovery that the pitch of their voices was a major determinant of how many children they would father underlines the deep-seated roots of the seemingly superficial human trait, said David Feinberg, a psychology professor at Mc-Master University in Hamilton, Ont.

Previous research has indicated that a deep voice signifies robust genes, in evolutionary terms.

The findings, however, can not really be put into action on the dating scene, stressed Prof. Feinberg, a co-author of the study.

"This doesn't mean, go out and find a guy with a low-pitched voice if you want to have lots of babies," he said. "[But] it tells us a bit about where we came from and where we're going."
The findings, though, came as no surprise yesterday to professionals in the dating world.

At Toronto-based Misty River Introductions, billed as a "traditional match-maker," men with deep voices always seem to do better, and are much more likely to move beyond the initial stage of a telephone conversation with their potential date, said manager Linda Miller.

"We've had certain clients, you couldn't tell if they were men or women when they called in. They don't do terribly well," she said. "And then you have men who have radio-annnouncer voices, they have that great masculine timbre, and every call is a hit."

Some of Ruth Claramunt's female clients at Hearts Canada, another match-making service, have actually specified that they like men with low voices.

"Or if someone has a squeaky little voice: 'Oh, I didn't really like him,' " said Ms. Claramunt.

"They could be a great big hunky guy and if they have a squeaky voice over the phone, it's sort of a negative."

Prof. Feinberg said he has been trying to see whether human males attract their mates with the same kind of "ornaments," like a peacock's plumage or a deer's antlers, seen elsewhere in the animal world.

Earlier in human evolution, it appears that the appeal of a deep voice was linked to testosterone levels. Deep voices are caused by high testosterone levels in adolescent. Large volumes of the hormone can also prompt immune suppression in a weaker person, so someone who survived to manhood with a deep voice would necessarily have a strong genetic makeup, said the psychologist.

No one, however, has been able to test until now whether the attraction of a deep male voice translated into their having more reproductive success.

For the study, Prof. Feinberg and his colleagues, anthropologists at Harvard and Florida State Universities, looked at 49 men and 42 women among the 1,000-strong Hadza people, who choose their own mates but have a fairly high divorce rate in an informal system of "serial monogamy."

The participants spoke into sensitive microphones and had their voices analysed with sophisticated electronic equipment. The pitch of the men's voices accounted for about 42% of the difference in number of children between fathers, the researchers found.

Although other studies have suggested that men are more attracted to women with high voices, the study found that the pitch of the women's voices did not predict how many children they would have.

tblackwell@nationalpost.com

Vandals egg house of local atheist

Normally, I'd get really worried and upset about an article like this. But as imaginative as I am, I cannot make this stuff up!

Going house Egging
Brought out my chalk, criss crossing
Jesus Mis-spelt? How???

Vandals egg house of local atheist
Daily Herald Staff Reports

Published: 9/23/2007 3:00 AM

The home of a local outspoken atheist was vandalized overnight Friday, police said -- with eggs tossed at the house and cars, and crosses and religious words scrawled in chalk on the driveway.

A church bulletin also was stuck on the front door.

The incident comes days after Rob Sherman's daughter, Dawn, led a successful effort to have the song "God Bless America" yanked from Buffalo Grove High School's homecoming celebration. Dawn Sherman is a freshman on the student council.

The vandalism likely was the retaliatory work of youngsters, police Sgt. Mike Millett said -- since it came on the heels of the school incident and because one of the chalked words, "Jesus," was misspelled.

American Bandstand meets the Information Highway

Tecktonik dance craze takes Paris by storm
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070921/ennew_afp/entertainmentmusicdancefrance_070921160955

From the Article:

Tecktonik, judged by the videos on YouTube and displays at the Techno Parade, is a mix of break-dancing, hip hop and techno, featuring flailing arms and quick foot movements.

In appearance, fans share similarities with the new-rave scene in Britain, where fluorescent colours, armbands and tight t-shirts are back in fashion in a clear tribute to the 1980s rave music scene.

"I started to practice at home by looking on the Internet," said Jackie, a 20-year-old regular at the Metropolis who works with young people in a northern suburb of Paris.

"It's a real pleasure to dance the whole day," including on the street, he adds.

Internet searches on YouTube and Dailymotion turn up a series of videos, including one by Jey-Jey, downloaded a million times, who demonstrates his take on Tecktonik in his garage.

Another by Cali, who dances in his living room, also appears to be popular.

"A lot of young people don't have the courage to dance in nightclubs because they are worried about the prejudices of others. The Internet enables them to familiarise themselves with the dance," says Blanc from Metropolis.

No Sweat - the chemistry of perspiration and attraction!

Stinky? It's not his sweat, it's your nose
By Julie Steenhuysen Sun Sep 16, 1:09 PM ET

CHICAGO (Reuters) - When it comes to a man's body odor, the fragrance -- or stench -- is in the nose of the beholder, according to U.S. researchers who suggest a single gene may determine how people perceive body odor.

The study, published online on Sunday in the journal Nature, helps explain why the same sweaty man can smell like vanilla to some, like urine to others and for about a third of adults, have no smell at all.

"This is the first time that any human odorant receptor is associated with how we experience odors," Hiroaki Matsunami of Duke University in North Carolina said in a telephone interview.
Matsunami and colleagues at Duke and Rockefeller University in New York focused on the chemical androstenone, which is created when the body breaks down the male sex hormone testosterone.

Androstenone is in the sweat of men and women, but it is more highly concentrated in men. How one perceives its smell appears to have a lot to do with variations in one odor receptor gene called OR7D4.

"It is well known that people have different perceptions to androstenone. But people didn't know what was the basis of it," Matsunami said.

To find out, researchers in Matsunami's lab tested sweat chemicals on most of the 400 known odor receptors used by the nose to sniff out smells and chemicals.

They found the OR7D4 gene reacted strongly with the sex steroid androstenone. Next, they tested whether variations in this gene had an impact on how people perceived the smell of androstenone in male sweat.

They took blood samples and sequenced the DNA of 400 people who participated in a smell perception test done in Leslie Vosshall's lab at Rockefeller.

What they found is slight genetic variations determine whether androstenone has a pungent smell, a sweet, vanilla-like smell or no smell at all.

The role of androstenone is not well understood in humans, but in pigs it sends a powerful sex signal that puts sows in the mood for love.

"It facilitates the courtship behavior in females," Matsunami said.

"There is some evidence published showing this chemical can modify the mood or hormone
levels in humans," he said. "What we don't know is whether the receptor we found was in any way involved in this process."

He and colleagues will further study this aspect to understand how smelling these chemicals might affect human social and sexual behavior.

An extraordinary statement in an article about OJ's memorabilia, and him stealing it back!

Simpson's new book, "If I Did It: Confessions of the Killer," was the top seller on amazon.com.

I may finally have to agree with O'Reilly. American "morals" have reached a new low.

He was referring to last week's Brittney Spear's middriff sighting worldwide on whatever awards show she shouldn't have been anywhere near.

It was even more awkward than Miss South Carolina's fumblings regarding America and South Africa, availability of maps, and education!

All of this is such "pop" culture that I'm not sure why it is here, except to show the state of most people's preoccupation, and it isn't with the health of the biosphere...


HEADLINE WE HAVEN'T SEEN BUT WE'VE LIVED:

Brittney Danced while the Earth Burned.

Just to tie it all up with another recent set of events:

Minneapolis is the nexus of the total collapse, literally and figuratively, of "American Culture".

First, the bridge collapse, not exactly a symbol, so much as the actualization of our rotted infrastructure.

(Spending tax money on roads and bridges would be providing a public good, so is not within Republican consciousness, and they've had control for the past 7 years...)

Then, Senator Craig is caught with his pants on in a toilet stall playing footsie with another patron and ADMITTING TO picking up toilet paper from the floor of a men's room...how weird is that?!?

Minneapolis, it is the low point of American Culture, both social and physical!

We can point to this date, as the crux of the beginning of the end of western civilization!!!

Larry Craig's Pants! ON!!!
I-Thirty Five Double U
Foreshadows Collapse

Some people are definitely luckier than others.

Man who lost pants and $41k gets it all back

WAUKESHA, Wis. (AP) — It was embarrassing enough that Mark Stahnke woke up in a neighbor's yard without his pants. Then he remembered they contained a cashier's check for $41,093, meant for his son, and several hundred dollars in cash.

But he got it all back Friday, including the pants, thanks to a man and his dog.

Stahnke said he doesn't know what happened between when he left the bar and when he woke up the next morning, and police were skeptical when he filed a report on Monday.

"We're used to hearing weird stories, but with his intoxication we figured this one would be different, that the amount of money wouldn't be exact," Police Lt. William Graham said. "How do you get so intoxicated that you lose your pants?"

Stahnke said he had met his son at a bar and doesn't remember much afterward.

"I woke up cold not knowing where the heck I was, and I didn't realize it at first because I still had my shoes and socks on," he said. "When I got up, I realized, my God, I don't have any pants."

Tim Curzan's dog, Joe, found the pants at an intersection, according to a police report. He found the cashier's check and tried twice, unsuccessfully, to deliver it and the cash to where he thought the owner lived.

On Wednesday, the pants were still at the intersection, so Curzan took them to the police, who contacted Stahnke to claim his belongings.

Expressions from the Online Dating Scene

I'm on a particular dating site.

While reviewing various profiles I found the following gems, tonight:

can except me for who I am

I am multi dimentional in many ways.

love the beach at 5:30am but can dance until 3am.

Im a young, vibrant 45 yr. old

A job is a good thing for him to have.

Most importantly, he doesn't have to look as good in jeans as in an evening gown.

I love my work (and my days off), getting together with friends and family, love my kids and dog (not necessarily always in that order) do things I enjoy.

Interested in traveling, quite times at home and "exploring" the city!

He should also have a social conscious (believes in helping others) and is kind to animals!

is open to the fact that I do not eat meat (I eat fish)... But... I don't mind if he does!

I have had the good fortune of exploring the world we live in

not intimidated by a woman who is self assured and passionate.

i want someone who enjoys spending time together, but who can have a life of there own.

DNAL-SDRAWKCAB

My First Car

My very first car was a 1961 Buick Invicta. My father and I drove up north of Minneapolis somewhere and bought it from some old geezer (summer of 1971) for $125.


It was long and wide. Two full bench seats front and rear, easily sat 6. It was like a living room on wheels, very loose steering, it didn't really drive as much as it floated down the road.

I drove it 2 miles to work and back every day. Mom made me promise I wouldn't drive it anywhere else, since it was a real rust bucket. Body was in PERFECT condition however, it was totally rusty underneath and it wasn't in good shape.

So, of course, Schultz, PugEye, Walleye, Airebabes, and Rich and I went out in my Buick one day. We had a case of bud long necks in the back and were driving and drinking when, suddenly, and for no apparent reason, the universal joint gave way...the transmission literally fell out of the car...the rear drive shaft got stuck in the road, lifting the back of the car about 3 feet in the air. The boys in back weren't too pleased as they compressed their vertebrae when their heads banged the roof and then again when the their butts smashed back down on the seats.

WallEye crept out of the car, and, bent over like an 95 year old arthritis patient he started swearing at me. What the fuck, how was it my fault? I had told these guys I wasn't supposed to drive in the first place.

Anyway, we stood outside the car, and drank the beers as fast as we could, since we figured cops would come by and we were all underage. Got the thing towed back to my place, and it was parked the wrong direction for about 2 weeks.

About that time, my dad had really bad kidney stones, so my having taken the car out on a road trip wasn't a problem...for a while. Then the cops put a ticket on my car since it was facing the wrong way.

Mom called the police and they took away the ticket after she used Dad's kidneys as an excuse.

She made me sell the car, it was an emotional thing. I had only owned it about 6 weeks. Anyway, a junk car dealer came by the house and gave me 25 bucks for it...

Frishbergism - a word coined in the late 1940's by MORT

Okay, so there is the idea of "frishbergism" and the experience. I experienced it today.

This may not be the best or most easily understood example, perhaps I'll post more examples as they occur, or you could do the same, should a frishbergism happen in your life.

I'll try to describe/define a frishbergism...
A phenomenom identified by my father, Morton C. Frishberg, a frishbergism has happened when you experience (something) that you have never experienced before, and then, over the course of hours, or at most a couple of days, (something) occurs again.

Perhaps it is most familiarly found with words, that is, you notice a word for the first time, and then hear/see/read it several times in the subsequent days...if you have had this experience, it is a frishbergism...

Today I read about a very interesting observation in this week's issue of The Economist...

Evolutionary psychology

Sex, shopping and thinking pink

Aug 23rd 2007From The Economist print edition

The brains of men and women are, indeed, different

WOMEN really are better than men at shopping. And they really do prefer pink. And, surprisingly, it is possible that these facts are connected. The first conclusion was drawn by Joshua New of Yale University and his colleagues. The second was drawn by Anya Hurlbert and Yazhu Ling of Newcastle University in England. The connecting theme is that in the division of labour that forms the primordial bargain of human hunter-gatherer societies, it is the men who do the hunting and the women who do the gathering.

Blackberry-picking aside, urban humanity does little gathering from the wild these days, so Dr New decided to look at what seemed to him to be the nearest equivalent—shopping at a farmers' market. There is a fair amount of evidence that men are better than women at solving certain sorts of spatial problems, such as remembering the locations of topographical landmarks. Many researchers suggest such skills may have been important in the past for man-the-hunter, who needed to be able to find his way round the landscape. If that is the case, then woman-the-gatherer might have been expected to develop complementary skills not shown by males. And that, as he writes in this week's Proceedings of the Royal Society, is what Dr New found.

Dr New used the market to test two hypotheses. The first was that women remember the locations of food resources more accurately than men do. The second was that the more nutritionally valuable a resource is, the more accurately its location will be remembered.
To prove these conjectures he recruited 41 women and 45 men and led each of them individually on a merry dance around the chosen market. In the course of this peregrination, each participant visited six of the 90 food stalls in the market. At each of those stalls, participants were given a piece of food to eat. They were asked their preference for the taste of the food, how often they ate that food in normal life, how attractive they found the stall and how often they had made purchases from that stall in the past. After visiting all six stalls, they were taken to the centre of the market and asked to point toward those stalls, one at a time, using an arrow on a dial. In addition, they were asked to rate their own sense of direction.

In the pink

On average, women were 9° more accurate than men at pointing to each stall—a significant deviation if you have to walk some distance to get to a place. This was not because those women had more experience of visiting the market than the men had. Nor did the women rate themselves as having a better sense of direction—indeed the men rated their own navigating skills more highly.

Dr New suggests that these results show women are better than men at the particular task of relocating sources of food. That contrasts with the idea that men are better at navigation in general. In other words, women's minds are specialised for their ancestral task of gathering the sort of food that cannot run away.

That such food is in a different mental category from the one occupied by general landmarks was suggested by the answer to the second hypothesis. The higher the calorific value of the food sold by a stall, the more accurately Dr New's volunteers were able to point towards it. And that result applied to both sexes, though women still did better than men.

How much the participants liked the food did not have an effect on this accuracy. Indeed none of the secondary attributes of the food or stall in question (taste preference, the frequency of an item in a volunteer's normal diet, the appearance of the stall and how often a volunteer used that stall in daily life) were found to affect pointing accuracy. Only the calorific value of the item in question was relevant.

For their part Dr Hurlbert and Dr Ling, who report their study in Current Biology, used coloured patches flashing on a computer screen to find the preferences of their set of volunteers. These volunteers were men and women of British and Chinese origin who were in their early 20s.
Mostly, the two researchers found that people of different sexes and from different continents did not differ in their colour preferences. But there was one exception. Among both the British and the Chinese, women preferred reddish hues such as pink to greenish-blue ones. Among men it was the other way round.

Moreover, though anatomical sex is binary, mental “gender” is more pliable. To see how masculine or feminine the brains of their participants were, Dr Hurlbert and Dr Ling used what is known as the Bem Sex Role Inventory, which asks about personality traits more often associated with one sex than the other. This showed that the more feminine a brain was, regardless of the body it inhabited, the more it liked red and pink.

All this suggests a biological, rather than a cultural, explanation for colour preference. And Dr Hurlbert and Dr Ling have produced one. They suggest that their result may be connected with the fact that the colour of many fruits is at the red end of the spectrum. An evolved preference for red, pink and allied shades—particularly in contrast with green—could thus bring advantage to those who gather such things. And if they can also remember which tree (or stall) to go and visit next time, then so much the better.

So, that was the first article, then I read, a little later today, about tatoos in Canada, and this doctor who removes tatoos said:


Dr. Rose Genesis believes many of those outlaws and preacher's wives will one day seek out her tattoo removal services.

"The odds are very high that some day you will regret it (getting a tattoo)," said Genesis, a family physician who, eight years ago, opened her full-time cosmetic medicine practice on Eighth Street, Nirvana Laser Hair and Skin Clinic.

She's so confident in a growing need for tattoo removal services that Genesis last year invested more than $100,000 for the latest in tattoo removal technology.

The new machine is a significant improvement over older technology, Genesis said, but it still won't completely remove all tattoos. The laser effectively breaks up tattoo inks of darker shades, but shows less success on shades of red and pink.

"It's still difficult to get all the colours out," she said.

So, you can see the Frishbergism here, the pink and red showed up as significant, in two totally different articles, on the same day!

My Frisbee Game, in Haiku format!

Created new game
Modified frisbee golfing
At a long thin park!

Keep it in the path
Throw it as far as you can
Keep it in the path

Frisbee AMAZING
Must visit football field
See how far I throw!

(My estimate: I threw one today 270 feet, pretty much where I expected it to go, a football field is 300)

Bushes Should Not Have Children!!!

http://news.yahoo.com/comics/uclickcomics/20070823/cx_tr_uc/tr20070823

Jenna's kid will be 40 just about the time the world's fisheries totally fail.

He'll make a great president...

Surgically alters thumbs to better use iPhone

Frish sez: Human evolution cannot possibly keep up with our technology...love the editors (bottom line) comment...

"Warning satirical social commentary"...

From the North Denver News

Written by James Benfly

Wednesday, 08 August 2007

Thomas Martel, 28, of Bonnie Brae is a big guy. So he has a hard time using the features on ever-shrinking user interfaces on devices like his new iPhone. At least, he did, until he had his thumbs surgically altered in a revolutionary new surgical technique known as "whittling."

"From my old Treo, to my Blackberry, to this new iPhone, I had a hard time hitting the right buttons, and I always lost those little styluses," explains Martel. "Sure, the procedure was expensive, but when I think of all the time I save by being able to use modern handhelds so much faster, I really think the surgery will pay for itself in ten to fifteen years. And what it's saving me in frustration - that's priceless."

"This is really, on the edge sort of stuff," explains Dr. Robert Fox Spars, who worked on developing the procedure. "We're turning plastic surgery from something that people use in service of vanity, to a real tool for improving workplace efficiency."

The procedure involved making a small incision into both thumbs and shaving down the bones, followed by careful muscular alteration and modification of the fingernails.

While Martel's new thumbs now appear small and effeminate in comparison to his otherwise very large hands, he says he can still lift "pretty much anything I could lift before the surgery - though opening spaghetti sauce jars has been a problem. That was a big surprise."